A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

"Dad, Brother Fuyou, Brother Fucai, come and have some rice cakes."

Xiaomi greeted everyone warmly.

"Rice Krispie Cake?"

They have neither heard of it nor seen it.

Lin Dashan is even more looking forward to it.

Wang brought a plate and said, "Try them all."

Wang had tried it before and she liked it very much. It was sweet, crispy and fragrant, and Guan also fell in love with it as soon as she tasted it.

Very crispy, melts in your mouth, sweet but not greasy.

"This cake is better than the pastries in the city."

"Yeah, even a grown man likes to eat."

The two brothers of the Lin family finished one piece at Sanjiangkou and were particularly supportive.

Lin Dashan raised his chin proudly. His daughter was just like him, smart. Any food that made him happy was so unique.

"Aunt Guan, there is another box. Cut it up and wrap it up. Uncle Fuyou, you can take it home for your family to taste."

"No, no, we just want to try one piece." The two brothers dared not accept it. This thing was not cheap at first glance, it was made of rice and sugar, and they had never seen it in any store in the city.

Lin Dashan stuffed the snacks into their arms and said, "Take it. Why are you being so polite to me? It's just a bag of food. You come to help me build a house every day. Am I being polite?"

Well, they were more afraid of Uncle giving them money than food. Their grandfather said that Uncle Dashan had taken advantage of them. Now that he had a chance to repay Uncle Dashan, he would feel more at ease. If they dared to take the money, he would break their legs.

It shouldn't take much to break your legs just to get some food, right?

Lin Fuyou looked at the two oil paper bags hesitantly.

Lin Dashan stuffed one into each of their arms and said, "Hurry up and take it. It's getting late. You two should go back quickly."

Hesitant, but also a little tempted. The children in the family, their sister-in-law, and mother will definitely like this cake. If you are scolded by your grandfather, just scold him!

"Thank you, Uncle Dashan."

After sending the two away, Xiaomi blinked her eyes and looked at her father expectantly, "Dad, is this snack delicious?"

“Delicious! Crispy and fragrant, and most importantly, you won’t get tired of it.”

"What do you think, mother?"

"I like it too."

"One pound of rice can produce four pounds of rice candy and one pound of sugar. Rice costs 4 wen per pound, sugar costs 13 wen or 38 wen, so the cost per pound is 51 wen."

Xiaomi calculated the cost in a short while, which made Lin Dashan smack his lips. Look, look, his daughter's brain!

"Dad, how much is a pound of cake in the city?"

"The cheapest tiaozigao costs 25 wen per pound, and the better ones cost to wen. The kind eaten by the rich can cost hundreds of wen."

Because snacks are too expensive, children in the village can rarely afford to eat one or two pieces.

"Are we going to open a shop in the city?"

"It's just one kind of cake, why open a shop, Dad!"

"Who are you going to sell it to? Master Han?"

"Dad, can we sell it to the villagers?"

"What?" Their Linjia Village was extremely poor, how many families could afford to eat cakes? Selling them to them, that would be ridiculous, right?

Xiaomi patiently explained, "Sell it cheaply to the villagers, and they can go to nearby towns or cities to set up stalls. Dad, do you think it's feasible?"

"How much do you plan to sell it to the villagers?"

"25 cents, the standard price for selling goods outside is 33 cents, Dad, what do you think?"

The villagers are given a profit of 8 cents per pound. My daughter is trying to help the whole village make money together.

"Xiaomi, you... you're great! Dad will go find the headman in a minute."

He is now willing to do some good things within his ability. Virtue must be accumulated slowly to bring great blessings.

"Dad, ask the village head to arrange which family is responsible for which section of land, so that everyone won't be crowded into one place. There is more than one piece of land to sell near us."

"Dad, we need to find someone to take delivery of this cake."

"What do you mean? What do you mean by receiving the goods?"

"I want Brother Fuyou and Brother Fucai to come to the village every day to move the goods, and everyone in the village will go to him to get the goods."

The two rich brothers have come to help for so many days. They are tight-lipped and trustworthy.

"If we sell rice cakes, the villagers will have to come to the farm every day to pick up the goods. Dad, just think about how chaotic the farm will be. We would rather not make the money than do that."

Thinking about every household in the village coming home once a day, Wang shuddered. Now she has become accustomed to the life in Zhuangzi, where people are simple and she doesn't need to deal with or please anyone except her family.

"Brother Fuyou and his men have been helping us build the house for so long, but they refused to accept a penny for their work. When we first separated, they came to help us build the house every day. They are really reliable. We can assign them the work of getting the goods, and pay them wages every month, or give them a profit of one penny per pound. It's all fine, Dad, you decide. If they can handle it, they can also go to the city to sell it themselves, and we won't interfere."

"The people in your second grandfather's family are really kind. Our family isn't well off, so it's always good to have a job."

After thinking about it, he realized that his family didn't make much less money by giving it away. But compared to so many people coming to the village to get goods every day, he would rather make less money. There are so many secrets in the village, how can anyone see them if they want to? They must not be allowed to enter the village.

"Mom, do you think what the child said is feasible?"

It's feasible, of course it's feasible! Wang hoped that no one would come to the farm. If someone was pushing her, she would lose face because they were all from the same village.

"Boss, I think what you are thinking is very good."

Millet:……

"Okay, let Second Uncle sell it. Mom, put the remaining rice cakes in the basket. I'll go find the head of the village now."

"Dad, tell the head of the village that he can decide where each family sells goods, except for the dock, which is left to the clan leader, Grandpa and Grandpa."

"pier?"

"Yes, the dock. Near the school, the rich area, and the dock, these three places are definitely the best for sales. I think the dock is the best. Merchants traveling back and forth will bring it back to their families if they think it's delicious, eat it on the way, give it to others, or even buy it and sell it in other cities. When Brother Fugui split up the family business, he helped our family a lot, and he was also my teacher."

Lin Dashan slapped his forehead, his daughter's plan was very thoughtful.

Early the next morning.

Carrying a small basket of rice cakes, he went to the headman's house first.

"Isn't this a big mountain? Come in and sit down!"

The headman's wife was extremely enthusiastic when she saw him.

"Aunt, is uncle here?"

"Are you looking for your uncle? He's in your brother's room. I'll go call him. Please go sit in the main room first."

"Hey."

Before I could go to call anyone, the village head arrived.

"uncle."

"Sit down. Are you not busy today?" He heard that Zhuangzi was building a house recently and the rich brothers went to help every day.

"I came here today because I have something that may trouble you, uncle."

The village head asked solemnly, "What happened? Is there something wrong with the old house?"

Lin Dahe failed the exam, and the Lin family was in chaos. The whole village knew that old man Lin was sick from anger.

"No," Lin Dashan scratched his head awkwardly, "Uncle, try this."

He took out a piece of rice cake and handed it to the head of the village.

"Crunch!" As soon as I put it in my mouth, my mouth was filled with fragrance and sweetness. It was not hard to chew at all.

"This cake is good, you are thoughtful. What's the matter? Don't be polite, just tell me."

"Uncle, do you think this cake will sell well in the city?"

"It's better than that trough cake. Why, you came here for this? Is it another new food that Wang has cooked up?"

"Yeah, my family loves to deal in these. Uncle, do you think this will sell well?"